My old grumpy cat is becoming quite needy in her old age. It’s no longer enough to just sit on my lap while I’m typing. *sigh*
It’s Thursday night, 8:12, and I’m listening to my leaky kitchen faucet and waiting for the laundry to dry so I can hang it up. 30 Rock wasn’t on tonight, so there’s no reason to stay awake anymore.  Good night, cruel world.